Gyre quirks an eyebrow at Eleven when they declare that she can't be forced to eat. Of course not. He never said she needed to be forced, just that he was worried for her. Either way, he needs to be where they are and so the second Luka makes a decisive choice, he nearly jumps to his feet. He circles around the table, pausing as Seven starts clonking their little thermos around.

"Seven," he says, watching them for a moment. "If you need help with anything, let me know. I want to help you." And then he turns to Eleven, going to their side and waiting for Luka to take their arm, or reject it.

"I prefer outside, if that's the choice."